A dicey moment on the raft in Kon-Tiki. |
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Kon-Tiki. Written by Petter
Skavlan &
Allan Scott. Directed by Joachim
Rønning &
Espen Sandberg. At select theaters.
There
was a time, not so long ago, when Norwegian anthropologist Thor Heyerdahl was
as familiar a name from the world of science as Carl Sagan or Jane Goodall. Generations
of adolescents grew up reading Kon-Tiki,
his bestselling 1950 account of his quest to prove the Pacific was first
colonized by ancient Native Americans. Heyerdahl, though not conventionally
trained, was one of the more popular figures from the heroic era of field anthropology,
a gambler who put his own skin on the line for his theories.
Alas,
Heyerdahl’s mode of thinking—diffusionism on steroids, envisioning ancient
Peruvians in Polynesia, ancient Egyptians in the Americas, etc.—hasn’t aged
well. In this era of genetic analysis, spoilsports in lab coats easily debunk
such theories without leaving their benches. His model of traditional cultures
using the oceans as long-distance highways has also run afoul of the cultural
particularism typical of modern academic anthropology, which tends to emphasize
the uniqueness of cultures over their common heritage. This writer spend two
years in Cornell’s Department of Anthropology without hearing Heyerdahl’s name
uttered once.
No
surprise, then, that if Heyerdahl is to be rehabilitated, it’s not as a
scholar, but as an adventurer of cinematic proportions. In Joachim
Rønning and Espen
Sandberg’s retelling
of the Kon-Tiki voyage, the young Thor (Pål Sverre
Hagen) might as well
be Columbus discovering a new continent. When we first see him as an adult, he
looks like a fresh, svelte Peter O’Toole towering over the swarthy natives, the
Thin White Duke of participant-observers. Superficially, he might be mistaken
for a great white European, come to teach the natives their real history. But
in fact Heyerdahl was in Polynesia not to educate its people, but to learn from
them. His theory of the peopling of the Pacific from the east, from out of the
rising sun, took the natives’ oral accounts of their own origins more seriously
than linguists and geneticists do today.
Unable
to sell his theory to New York publishers, Heyerdahl decides to prove a voyage
from Peru to Polynesia is possible by constructing a traditional log raft and
sailing all 4300 miles himself. With just a puny sail, and a crew of mostly
green sailors (Anders Baasmo
Christiansen as the
panicky American, Tobias Santelmann, Gustaf
Skarsgård and other
rugged Nordics), his Kon-Tiki is
literally at the mercy of wind and current. The script by Joachim
Rønning and
Espen Sandberg pumps up the suspense with its storms and frequent visits from sharks,
but not by much. Indeed, compared to the fictional exploits in Life of Pi, this is pretty tame stuff.
Kon-Tiki is beautifully shot. What truly
makes it worthwhile, though, is Hagen’s subtle performance as Heyerdahl. Though
the filmmakers could have easily gone in a Herzogian direction, making him into
monomaniac in a death spiral, Hagen strikes an interesting balance between
beatific poise and ruthlessness. When Christiansen, playing the American
engineer, begs to reinforce the balsa logs with steel wire, Hagen tosses the
wire into the sea. And oddly, we neither pity him nor hate him for it. When he
admits that he embarked on his epic voyage at sea without knowing how to swim,
we see not stupidity, but a quiet, brave fatalism. He’s not crazy, but he’s
definitely “all in”. Herzog may have cornered the market on explorers who never
come home, but I’d rather go to sea with a guy like Heyerdahl.
© 2013 Nicholas Nicastro